The following took place yesterday in a hotel lobby somewhere in Albuquerque.Our North American Champion Jacob Trance is still in the custody of theslightly suspect security guards.
Jacob Trance: “This is no longer funny...”
Jacob Trance looks really fed up as he is locked up in a small room and isnot able to go anywhere, still waiting for his third interrogation.
Jacob Trance: “I am so, so bored.”
The door opens as in walks a guard.
Jacob Trance: “Have you found out that I’m innocent and I’m going tofinally be free of you stooges?”
Guard: “No, you actually have a visitor.”
Jacob Trance: “A visitor?”
Guard: “That’s what I said.”
Jacob Trance: “Who?”
Guard: “Not sure, just some guy who is here to see you. I’ll take you tohim.”
Jacob Trance: “It beats being locked up in this tiny little room.”
The guard leads Trance out to the lobby. The guard walks Jacob Trance to hisseat. Jacob Trance stares in shock at who has come to visit him.
Jacob Trance: “What the hell do you want?”
The man sitting on the other side of the window is none other than OCW’sHardcore Champion. Sid Harrison. Sid Harrison has a huge smirk on his face.
Jacob Trance: “Again, what the hell are you doing here?”
Sid Harrison looks at Trance and laughs to himself.
Sid Harrison: “Oh you know, I had a little spare time on my hands, so Ijust thought I would drop by to laugh at how actually pathetic you are.”
Jacob Trance: “Have you really come all this way just to say that?”
Sid Harrison: “Yeah and just to give a statement in. I heard you are insome big trouble here?”
Jacob Trance: “Statement? What the hell are you talking about?”
Sid Harrison pulls up a bag from under his chair. It’s a McDonalds bag.Jacob Trance quirks a brow, bemused by the entire situation.
Sid Harrison: “Just about your dealing habits and how you like to get abit high.”
Sid Harrison puts his McDonalds bag onto the table. He goes into that bagand pulls out a chicken legend meal, medium size.
Jacob Trance: “What are you on about, seriously?”
Sid Harrison takes a bite of his chicken sandwich.
Jacob Trance: “I would have gotten the deli sandwich of the day, farhealthier.”
Sid Harrison: “How’s solitary confinement treating you?”
Sid Harrison takes another bite of his chicken sandwich. He now starts toeat some fries.
Jacob Trance: “Awful, look Sid I’m tired and sick to the back teeth ofthis s**t. Do you have a reason to be here, or are you literally just thatunimportant you don’t have a room of your own to eat lunch in?”
Sid Harrison laughs as he takes another bite of his delicious chickensandwich.
Sid Harrison: “Sorry Jacob, but I like my little cheat meals.”
Sid has nearly eaten his fries; the last one is pretty thin and has a bit ofblack on the end.
Sid Harrison: “You know the looks a little like the drugs I saw youselling to underage fans at the last show.”
Sid smirks, though oddly enough the guard doesn’t seem to be paying him anyattention.
Jacob Trance: “You really are an idiot, you know that?”
Sid Harrison: “I think I am done here.”
Sid Harrison leaves the wrapper with a few bites of his chicken sandwich,rising slowly.
Sid Harrison: “Well, I need to go stretch my legs.”
Sid Harrison gets out of his chair and is just about to leave.
Jacob Trance: “Seriously? That was it, clearly you have no life...”
Sid Harrison: “Oh I forgot…”
Jacob Trance looks over at Sid.
Sid Harrison: “Aries told me to tell you he says hi…”
Sid Harrison makes his leaves as the guard walks back over to Jacob Trance.
Jacob Trance: “I hate that deluded little p***k”
Guard: “Right, back to the room with you, seeing as even your visitorsare useless!”
Jacob scowls, being dragged back to the tiny little room to once be secludedfrom the other roster members by the Asian guard.
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Sid is an awful person. |
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Well, I don't think I'd go that far. |
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Awful. |
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Cody Storm vs Tobin Frost
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The battle of the singlet, not a moment too soon |
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Don't get too close to them Scaggs, they'll suck the charisma right out of you. |
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Backstage, we find OCW World Champion Paul Pugh sitting on a steel folding chair cradling his OCW Title belt with his back to the camera. The cameraman gets closer as Our intrepid Hero notices his presence.
Pugh: Go away... there's no interview here.... seriously.
The cameraman continues to close in on Pugh, who has a tablet in front of him displaying emails.
Pugh: Look... get out of here. I'm not in the mood to talk, I have a match... get out of my face.
Pugh gets up out of the chair and turns around, looking much more dishevelled than the last time we saw him. He looks tired and confused almost as if he's seen a ghost, as the cameraman refuses to leave.
Pugh: Look... I know its your job and everything but I'm not talking today.
Cameraman: Well that sucks... you look like hell by the way.
Pugh snatches the camera out of the mans hands and turns it on the cameraman.
Pugh: You wanna see hell America? Here he is. 300lbs, backwards cap, zits and a mommy's basement beard. Get out of my face before I break yours.
The cameraman backs off as Pugh returns to his seat, placing the camera down next to him, as we're still viewing the feed, he takes the tablet off the table. For a split second, the camera catches the title of the email - "Your next challenger". Pugh takes a long sigh before getting up from his chair again and slowly walking off. |
